5 days with The Killers
WARNING*
The following entry is an extremely fangirlie, extremely compacted entry of the past 5 days with The Killers. Did you read that? FIVE days. I hate me too.
Tuesday, October 3, 2006.
Outdoor mini-concert at Kimmel. The day started out EARLY, but I still had energy on this day so I was all ready for it. Robyn and I got Starbucks, we parked at the proper place (we're Kimmel pros...we learned a lot when we saw Franz), and sat ourselves down for a long day.
To our surprise, we weren't the first people in line...there was a chick already there! But she was cool and became part of our little crew and it's a damn good thing we have her. That's fan dedication right there. I think this was perhaps the funnest day of all because spirits were high and the gig that night was just AMAZING. They played 5 songs, and they were so full of energy! The crowd was really into it...we could tell we were going to have a great crowd because a whole lot of us stood on the corner to catch soundcheck. Gave me happy Franz memories.
Of course this was the day that the album actually came out and they had a signing at Virgin. The guys could only play 5 songs because they were on a time crunch to get to the signing on time (Brandon had a hissy fit and they were originally slotted to play 3 but they ended up playing five and being late...Brandon gets what he wants.)
Setlist:
When You Were Young
Somebody Told Me
Sam's Town
Bones
Read My Mind
(We heard Mr. B during soundcheck as well...oh and Brandon getting all whiney calling for their tour manager Jeremy. "Jeremeh. Jeremeeeeh. Jeremeh!"
The signing was only for the first 250 people who bought Sam's Town at Virgin and got wristbands. By the time Robyn and I had gotten there at 10am (which was when the store open) 50 had already been given away. Craziness.
Of course, more than 250 people ended up coming, and the guys were good about getting everyone. I think it was less the guys and more the analness of security who wanted everyone to just breeze along...
Brandon was first in the signing and I got all freaked out because they were playing "For Reason's Unknown" over the sound system. I wasn't paying attention, but Brandon had been watching me bop my head along and sing the song...then I noticed he was watching and he noticed that I noticed...so you know what he did? He gave me these big goofy eyes and started bopping his head and singing along with me. It was sex. I sang with Brandon. Awesome.
Of course I asked him if they were going to do FRU and he started complainging about not being good on the bass, that he had to practice, blah blah blah...then I asked him if they'd do Bling the next day and he laughed and said "allright."
Never believe a rock star.
Mark was the next one, and he was talking to Dave and I'd told myself earlier in the day that I was going to talk to Mark whether he wanted to or not! So I obnoxiously interrupted them.
"MARK!"
And he turned to me all shocked-like.
"Yes?"
"Where the White Boys Dance."
"Yes?"
"You rocked that bass like no one else."
The "Mark" eyebrow raise. "Thank you."
Then came Dave, and Dave was drunk beyond anything by the way...
"Hey Dave."
"Yeah?"
"You know Read My Mind."
"Yeah."
"Live, the riff in the chorus sounds like the guitar, and it is the guitar, but on the album it sounds like a keyboard. Explain this."
"What riff is this again?"
So I sing it out to him and he giggles. Yes GIGGLES. Not laughs. I didn't know Dave giggled.
"Oh, that one, yeah...it's the guitar."
Mind you, I was talking to DAVE, not Mark or Ronnie, but both, who had been previously eavesdropping, decided to barge into the discussion.
Mark says: "Actually, it's the guitar, but with an effect that makes it sound like a keyboard."
Ronnie says (all Italian with his hands in the air): "Actually, it's both. It's the guitar, and the effect, but also the keyboard..."
And then Mark and Dave start to contradict him, and I get pulled away by security. Did this whole little conversation leave me enlightened? No. It just left me more confused. It felt like that one time when Alex Kapranos couldn't remember who played what on "Jeremy Fraser."
And that's the end of night 1.
Wednesday, October 4, 2006.
Outdoor mini-concert at Kimmel night 2. The audience, as well as the gig, was better the night before but it still rocked ass. I think the wait went better this day as well because we discovered we could use the bathroom at the Roosevelt, we were really prepared with munchies and stuff (Steven said we're having a barbecue next time). We had WAY too much Coffee Bean (White Chocolate Wet Dream anyone?) for our own good, and we discovered that Wyatt (as in Boswell, Brandon's best friend and babysitter) and Jess (a friend of ours) are basically the same person.
Oh, and no one will understand this, but JEREMY HAS MEAT!!!!
Where was I?
Oh! In the morning the security guard who we totally made cool friends with told us that the Escalade they used in the Kimmel skit was in the parking lot, so we got all fangirlie and took pictures...
There it is! Oddly, we also saw Lando Calrissian (you know, betrays Han Solo in Empire Strikes Back) pull in and out of the parking lot driveway.
I also got a pic of Brandon's brand new keyboard!!!
Look at the pretty. You can't really tell, but at the bottom it looks like an upside down claw covering a disco ball. Straight out of something from Warlock the Barbarian's secret lair...
Suzy is never going to let me live that one down!
What else? Oh! We gave Dave the Star Wars strap that day and he loved it! He kept staring at it...Robyn got mad because he didn't say thanks but that's because he kept looking at it like a little kid staring at his new toy truck at Christmas. I asked him if he thought it'd fit him and he said, "Pshhh...I'll make it fit." Cuteness.
We also gave Ronnie a "My Name is Earl" shirt and he laughed and said that's the second one he'd been given that day. There's this whole variety of them over at Virgin so I'm sure that's not the last one he got.
But I know he wears mine to sleep. *love*
I finally saw Brandon actually put something in his mouth that's not a cig or some type of alcoholic beverage. He bought a strawberry shortcake ice cream from a hispanic ice cream vendor who was wearing a hat that said "Jesus" on it. Yeah. Brandon eats ice cream like a little boy...total cuteness.
Oh, and setlist for the night's gig:
Bones
Mr. Brightside
Read My Mind
All These Things
Notice the lack of Bling? That lying poophead...
Later that night, after the gig, I decided to bitch to Ronnie about the fact that Brandon lied. So I did. I asked him if they would play Bling the next day as Brandon had lied, and he said. "I think so. We're going to play Bling, Read My Mind...and a whole mess of other shit."
As I said--never trust a rockstar.
This was also the night that I saw, firsthand, how completely in need of a 24 hour babysitter these guys are. So you know Jeremy and Wyatt, right? They decided that enough was enough and they were "signing off" duty, you know, like clocking out of work. Jeremy was walking around yelling "Brandon, this is Jeremy signing off. Ronnie, this is Jeremy signing off," (at which point Ronnie yelled "What the fuck do you mean you're signing off?")
At this point I was with Dave becuase I saw that he was alone (everyone was crowding Ronnie and Brandon...I seem to have this hidden radar of finding Dave alone. ) and I really wanted to mess with his head some. I'd already done Ronnie (this all revolves around album sales...none of them knew their first day sales) and I wanted to do Dave.
So I was with Dave teasing him about the first day figure, which he didn't know, and he wanted to get out of me. He twirled his hair, gave me cute faces, whined about how everyone else and their mother knew the figure, but I refused to tell him. Why? Because I'm evil and I enjoy making them squirm.
Jeremy walks by. "Hey Dave, this is Jeremy signing off," at which point Dave whirls around (hair goes WOOOSH!!!) and gets all panicked. "WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?" he asks Jeremy all freaked out.
Jeremy sorta sighs and gets this paternal look on his face. "Listen to me, when you're done here, (I'm the here he gestures to by the way...what was Jeremy thinking, I wonder?) you're going to follow those guys back that way (points to end of alley) and they'll tell you what to do."
In the end, neither Jeremy nor Wyatt clock out as they all have to shuffle the kids into the van. It's like this odd homosexual family they have there. Wyatt and Jeremy and Robert are the three daddies, and there are four children. I don't count Ted becuase Ted can watch himself, except of course for when he is jaywalking across Hollywood Blvd. That shit might fall through in Vegas, but not LA. I told him as much. He almost got hit three times. This band has some sort of jaywalking fetish and/or deathwish.
Moving on.
October 5, 2006.
Night 3 of Kimmel. Indoor mini-concert. We got there all early but relatively late in comparison to the past few days. We made friend with the lady who sits people so she sat us in the row that gets called first to go to the stage, so we were all front row. Again. For the third time. Dave came on stage and waved at me...cuteness. He was wearing a frickin' pony tail, did you see? I wanted to smack him!
Before that, though, when we were outside in line, Ted came and chatted with us. Ted might just be the best person in the last 20 years. He eats tollhouse chocolate chip cookies...either they were his, or the band sent him out to get them. Ted is like a roadie, in all honesty. He rides with roadies, not with the band. He can't for the life of him sign an autograph because he gets all confused about what to write. (*Clue: write your name. Works for everyone else.) He has this intense gaze, and the firmest handshake I've ever received. But he is a downright sweetheart. He thinks my school is good, and that I'm smart because my major rocks ass. And he's addicted to Starbucks. I mean, you know it's an addiction when there is a perfectly good Coffee Bean around the corner and you'd still rather almost get killed to get to the Starbucks on the other side of the world.
But back to the gig. The guys were great...and they only played Read My Mind and Sam's Town? I think just those two...I can't remember anything anymore. Anyway, that meant Ronnie LIED so afterward Robyn and I called him out on it, to which he replied. "Shit! You guys must be thinking what a fucking liar!"
Yup, that's exactly what we were thinking. :) But then cuteness happened! The last couple that Ronnie married (As in, he took their pics, he's not like a priest or anything. HAHAHAHAHA! Let me take a second to laugh at the extremely ironic idea of Ronnie as a priest. Now, let me take another second to fantasize about corrupting him...hmmm...Quills...)
So yeah, the couple appears and shows Ronnie the exact pic he took, and he flips out and starts lecturing everyone about how he used to work as a photogtrapher at The Little Chapel of The Flowers...blah blah blah, as if we didn't already know...
He was really excited and cute. I love him so much.
Oh, yeah, and this was the day Dave was "bored."
So before the rest of the guys came out, Dave came out first. We didn't even notice he was there because usually there is screaming involved when one of them shows up, but this little crowd was pro-Brandon and slightly Ronnie....sickens me. Moving on...
We didn't realize Dave was there until we saw fro. He moved down the line and signed everyone's shit, then came up to our group and chilled for a bit. He knows us because we were front row all week...
He tells us, and I quote, that the reason he came out before the other guys was because he was "Bored."
BORED.
NOT because he loves his fans and is thankful for their support...no...he was bored.
I teased him about it on Saturday...I caught him signing something and asked "Hey Dave, were you bored?" He smirked. I love messing with him. He is so easy to mess with.
And that's the end of the Kimmel stuff. More shit was said and done but I'm lazy. :)
October 6,2006.
This was the first Wiltern date. Bobby (guitar tech) gave me Dave's setlist, and it went as follows:
Sam's Town
Enterlude
When You Were Young
STM
SLYMI
Bones
Bling (FNALLY!)
Read My Mind
Jenny
Midnight Show
Indie R'n'R (PURE SEX!)
Mr. B
--Encore--
My List
Uncle Johnny (OMG! *melts* )
All These Things
Exitlude
The first thing Dave did when he got on stage was wave at me, and I got all schoolgirl blushy.
BOYLOVE DURING UNCLE JOHNNY! Brandon walks over to Dave and puts his forehead to his and watches Dave do the opening guitar riff. I had orgasms.
In this tour, people, the best spot to go for is either directly between Dave and Brandon or directly between Brandon and Mark. Why? Brandon's keyboard is angled toward the people between him and Dave, and his second mic falls between him and Mark. And Brandon is on crack and all over the place now...greatness.
Ronnie is fucking hard to see because of the way they cover the amps with boxes to give it a western feel. But if you're front row center or angled toward Dave, Ronnie will see you. And give you sexy stares. Ronnie totally knows I'm in love with him and he plays up to it, like the slag he is.
Speaking of sexy...MARK! This is what you do with Mark:
Stare at him, an uncomfortable, no blinking stare, during Andy, You're a Star. (This is second night at the Wiltern when they did Andy). He'll stare right back at you and sorta freak out. So to stop you staring at him, he will walk to the edge of the stage, do this half bend, pout his lips at you, and shake his hips. I am NOT kidding. He will do this to you. He did it to me, and I thought it was the sexiest thing I've ever seen. He really does have full, luscious lips.
That is all.
October 7, 2006.
Second Wiltern night, last Killers day. Robyn and I heard them soundchecking "For Reason's Unkown" so we KNEW this was the night. Jermey told me that right after the Virgin signing on Tuesday that they were going to have rehearsals, and I think this has more or less to do with Brandon's discomfort playing bass, which he whined to me about AGAIN that night.
And yeah, they did end up playinf FRU. They switched that and Andy with Indie R'n'R and Midnight Show...other than those two switches it was the same setlist. No River is Wild any of the nights...bastards! I want to hear it in December when they come to LA again (Don't tell anyone I told you...tell them Ted said. :) But I should stop trusting the rockstars, no?)
This night the show was better than the night before because the audience was better. Ted himself told us the band as a whole prefered this one over the other.
I was kinda bummed I didn't get to be in front of Dave...my spot all week. I got the spot directly in front of Brandon. I mean, it was fine...I know I got the most coveted spot in the world...but I'd much rather be in front of Dave. Dave and I go waaay back peeps...
But he still came over and waved to me, and managed to find me in the audience from time to time, which was cool of him. He didn't sing SLYMI to me like the night before, but he did give me Uncle Johnny. I remember the first night of Kimmel Ronnie and I did the second verse of Sam's Town together. He laughed because I did the "trigger" motion.
Anyway, the fact that I wasn't in front of Dave was made up after the gig when he came over to me and gave me a hug (his hair got caught in my lipgloss...again) and called me the most devoted fan ever! He asked me when I would see them again and I told him I wanted to go to the San Fran gigs but that I'd already missed a week of school for them. He laughed and said he refused to encourage anymore ditching on my part. Then we began salivating over his new guitar...the pearly white Gibson he plays during Bling. I shamelessly told him that him playing that guitar is the sexist thing I've ever seen. He got all shy and started playing with his hair. "Really? I think I want to learn more songs on it now..."
Cuteness. Later on I asked him for Ronnie and he told me Ronnie'd left. (Which was untrue...I was glad I didn't trust Dave on this because half the time he doesn't know where he is, let alone others.) He shook my hand (I thought that was odd...he doesn't like that), and he asked me my name (again, for the trillionth time in my life).
This last bit is relevant because of what happened last night.
Anyway, when Ronnie came out he saw me and said. "You again? You want another picture? This is like, the seventh million picture we take together."
And I tapped his hat (the one in the Giant shoot) and said, "It's only cuz I love the hat," and poked his chest, "And the shameless self-promotion." (He was wearing a cream-colored Killers shirt.)
Ronnie is cuteness! His wife was right behind him, and he asks all loud, "Allright, who wants me to sign their tits?"
And then last night I talked on the phone with Dave again. He knows my name now! But what was said in that phone convo is not to be repeated.
:D
The following entry is an extremely fangirlie, extremely compacted entry of the past 5 days with The Killers. Did you read that? FIVE days. I hate me too.
Tuesday, October 3, 2006.
Outdoor mini-concert at Kimmel. The day started out EARLY, but I still had energy on this day so I was all ready for it. Robyn and I got Starbucks, we parked at the proper place (we're Kimmel pros...we learned a lot when we saw Franz), and sat ourselves down for a long day.
To our surprise, we weren't the first people in line...there was a chick already there! But she was cool and became part of our little crew and it's a damn good thing we have her. That's fan dedication right there. I think this was perhaps the funnest day of all because spirits were high and the gig that night was just AMAZING. They played 5 songs, and they were so full of energy! The crowd was really into it...we could tell we were going to have a great crowd because a whole lot of us stood on the corner to catch soundcheck. Gave me happy Franz memories.
Of course this was the day that the album actually came out and they had a signing at Virgin. The guys could only play 5 songs because they were on a time crunch to get to the signing on time (Brandon had a hissy fit and they were originally slotted to play 3 but they ended up playing five and being late...Brandon gets what he wants.)
Setlist:
When You Were Young
Somebody Told Me
Sam's Town
Bones
Read My Mind
(We heard Mr. B during soundcheck as well...oh and Brandon getting all whiney calling for their tour manager Jeremy. "Jeremeh. Jeremeeeeh. Jeremeh!"
The signing was only for the first 250 people who bought Sam's Town at Virgin and got wristbands. By the time Robyn and I had gotten there at 10am (which was when the store open) 50 had already been given away. Craziness.
Of course, more than 250 people ended up coming, and the guys were good about getting everyone. I think it was less the guys and more the analness of security who wanted everyone to just breeze along...
Brandon was first in the signing and I got all freaked out because they were playing "For Reason's Unknown" over the sound system. I wasn't paying attention, but Brandon had been watching me bop my head along and sing the song...then I noticed he was watching and he noticed that I noticed...so you know what he did? He gave me these big goofy eyes and started bopping his head and singing along with me. It was sex. I sang with Brandon. Awesome.
Of course I asked him if they were going to do FRU and he started complainging about not being good on the bass, that he had to practice, blah blah blah...then I asked him if they'd do Bling the next day and he laughed and said "allright."
Never believe a rock star.
Mark was the next one, and he was talking to Dave and I'd told myself earlier in the day that I was going to talk to Mark whether he wanted to or not! So I obnoxiously interrupted them.
"MARK!"
And he turned to me all shocked-like.
"Yes?"
"Where the White Boys Dance."
"Yes?"
"You rocked that bass like no one else."
The "Mark" eyebrow raise. "Thank you."
Then came Dave, and Dave was drunk beyond anything by the way...
"Hey Dave."
"Yeah?"
"You know Read My Mind."
"Yeah."
"Live, the riff in the chorus sounds like the guitar, and it is the guitar, but on the album it sounds like a keyboard. Explain this."
"What riff is this again?"
So I sing it out to him and he giggles. Yes GIGGLES. Not laughs. I didn't know Dave giggled.
"Oh, that one, yeah...it's the guitar."
Mind you, I was talking to DAVE, not Mark or Ronnie, but both, who had been previously eavesdropping, decided to barge into the discussion.
Mark says: "Actually, it's the guitar, but with an effect that makes it sound like a keyboard."
Ronnie says (all Italian with his hands in the air): "Actually, it's both. It's the guitar, and the effect, but also the keyboard..."
And then Mark and Dave start to contradict him, and I get pulled away by security. Did this whole little conversation leave me enlightened? No. It just left me more confused. It felt like that one time when Alex Kapranos couldn't remember who played what on "Jeremy Fraser."
And that's the end of night 1.
Wednesday, October 4, 2006.
Outdoor mini-concert at Kimmel night 2. The audience, as well as the gig, was better the night before but it still rocked ass. I think the wait went better this day as well because we discovered we could use the bathroom at the Roosevelt, we were really prepared with munchies and stuff (Steven said we're having a barbecue next time). We had WAY too much Coffee Bean (White Chocolate Wet Dream anyone?) for our own good, and we discovered that Wyatt (as in Boswell, Brandon's best friend and babysitter) and Jess (a friend of ours) are basically the same person.
Oh, and no one will understand this, but JEREMY HAS MEAT!!!!
Where was I?
Oh! In the morning the security guard who we totally made cool friends with told us that the Escalade they used in the Kimmel skit was in the parking lot, so we got all fangirlie and took pictures...
There it is! Oddly, we also saw Lando Calrissian (you know, betrays Han Solo in Empire Strikes Back) pull in and out of the parking lot driveway.
I also got a pic of Brandon's brand new keyboard!!!
Look at the pretty. You can't really tell, but at the bottom it looks like an upside down claw covering a disco ball. Straight out of something from Warlock the Barbarian's secret lair...
Suzy is never going to let me live that one down!
What else? Oh! We gave Dave the Star Wars strap that day and he loved it! He kept staring at it...Robyn got mad because he didn't say thanks but that's because he kept looking at it like a little kid staring at his new toy truck at Christmas. I asked him if he thought it'd fit him and he said, "Pshhh...I'll make it fit." Cuteness.
We also gave Ronnie a "My Name is Earl" shirt and he laughed and said that's the second one he'd been given that day. There's this whole variety of them over at Virgin so I'm sure that's not the last one he got.
But I know he wears mine to sleep. *love*
I finally saw Brandon actually put something in his mouth that's not a cig or some type of alcoholic beverage. He bought a strawberry shortcake ice cream from a hispanic ice cream vendor who was wearing a hat that said "Jesus" on it. Yeah. Brandon eats ice cream like a little boy...total cuteness.
Oh, and setlist for the night's gig:
Bones
Mr. Brightside
Read My Mind
All These Things
Notice the lack of Bling? That lying poophead...
Later that night, after the gig, I decided to bitch to Ronnie about the fact that Brandon lied. So I did. I asked him if they would play Bling the next day as Brandon had lied, and he said. "I think so. We're going to play Bling, Read My Mind...and a whole mess of other shit."
As I said--never trust a rockstar.
This was also the night that I saw, firsthand, how completely in need of a 24 hour babysitter these guys are. So you know Jeremy and Wyatt, right? They decided that enough was enough and they were "signing off" duty, you know, like clocking out of work. Jeremy was walking around yelling "Brandon, this is Jeremy signing off. Ronnie, this is Jeremy signing off," (at which point Ronnie yelled "What the fuck do you mean you're signing off?")
At this point I was with Dave becuase I saw that he was alone (everyone was crowding Ronnie and Brandon...I seem to have this hidden radar of finding Dave alone. ) and I really wanted to mess with his head some. I'd already done Ronnie (this all revolves around album sales...none of them knew their first day sales) and I wanted to do Dave.
So I was with Dave teasing him about the first day figure, which he didn't know, and he wanted to get out of me. He twirled his hair, gave me cute faces, whined about how everyone else and their mother knew the figure, but I refused to tell him. Why? Because I'm evil and I enjoy making them squirm.
Jeremy walks by. "Hey Dave, this is Jeremy signing off," at which point Dave whirls around (hair goes WOOOSH!!!) and gets all panicked. "WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?" he asks Jeremy all freaked out.
Jeremy sorta sighs and gets this paternal look on his face. "Listen to me, when you're done here, (I'm the here he gestures to by the way...what was Jeremy thinking, I wonder?) you're going to follow those guys back that way (points to end of alley) and they'll tell you what to do."
In the end, neither Jeremy nor Wyatt clock out as they all have to shuffle the kids into the van. It's like this odd homosexual family they have there. Wyatt and Jeremy and Robert are the three daddies, and there are four children. I don't count Ted becuase Ted can watch himself, except of course for when he is jaywalking across Hollywood Blvd. That shit might fall through in Vegas, but not LA. I told him as much. He almost got hit three times. This band has some sort of jaywalking fetish and/or deathwish.
Moving on.
October 5, 2006.
Night 3 of Kimmel. Indoor mini-concert. We got there all early but relatively late in comparison to the past few days. We made friend with the lady who sits people so she sat us in the row that gets called first to go to the stage, so we were all front row. Again. For the third time. Dave came on stage and waved at me...cuteness. He was wearing a frickin' pony tail, did you see? I wanted to smack him!
Before that, though, when we were outside in line, Ted came and chatted with us. Ted might just be the best person in the last 20 years. He eats tollhouse chocolate chip cookies...either they were his, or the band sent him out to get them. Ted is like a roadie, in all honesty. He rides with roadies, not with the band. He can't for the life of him sign an autograph because he gets all confused about what to write. (*Clue: write your name. Works for everyone else.) He has this intense gaze, and the firmest handshake I've ever received. But he is a downright sweetheart. He thinks my school is good, and that I'm smart because my major rocks ass. And he's addicted to Starbucks. I mean, you know it's an addiction when there is a perfectly good Coffee Bean around the corner and you'd still rather almost get killed to get to the Starbucks on the other side of the world.
But back to the gig. The guys were great...and they only played Read My Mind and Sam's Town? I think just those two...I can't remember anything anymore. Anyway, that meant Ronnie LIED so afterward Robyn and I called him out on it, to which he replied. "Shit! You guys must be thinking what a fucking liar!"
Yup, that's exactly what we were thinking. :) But then cuteness happened! The last couple that Ronnie married (As in, he took their pics, he's not like a priest or anything. HAHAHAHAHA! Let me take a second to laugh at the extremely ironic idea of Ronnie as a priest. Now, let me take another second to fantasize about corrupting him...hmmm...Quills...)
So yeah, the couple appears and shows Ronnie the exact pic he took, and he flips out and starts lecturing everyone about how he used to work as a photogtrapher at The Little Chapel of The Flowers...blah blah blah, as if we didn't already know...
He was really excited and cute. I love him so much.
Oh, yeah, and this was the day Dave was "bored."
So before the rest of the guys came out, Dave came out first. We didn't even notice he was there because usually there is screaming involved when one of them shows up, but this little crowd was pro-Brandon and slightly Ronnie....sickens me. Moving on...
We didn't realize Dave was there until we saw fro. He moved down the line and signed everyone's shit, then came up to our group and chilled for a bit. He knows us because we were front row all week...
He tells us, and I quote, that the reason he came out before the other guys was because he was "Bored."
BORED.
NOT because he loves his fans and is thankful for their support...no...he was bored.
I teased him about it on Saturday...I caught him signing something and asked "Hey Dave, were you bored?" He smirked. I love messing with him. He is so easy to mess with.
And that's the end of the Kimmel stuff. More shit was said and done but I'm lazy. :)
October 6,2006.
This was the first Wiltern date. Bobby (guitar tech) gave me Dave's setlist, and it went as follows:
Sam's Town
Enterlude
When You Were Young
STM
SLYMI
Bones
Bling (FNALLY!)
Read My Mind
Jenny
Midnight Show
Indie R'n'R (PURE SEX!)
Mr. B
--Encore--
My List
Uncle Johnny (OMG! *melts* )
All These Things
Exitlude
The first thing Dave did when he got on stage was wave at me, and I got all schoolgirl blushy.
BOYLOVE DURING UNCLE JOHNNY! Brandon walks over to Dave and puts his forehead to his and watches Dave do the opening guitar riff. I had orgasms.
In this tour, people, the best spot to go for is either directly between Dave and Brandon or directly between Brandon and Mark. Why? Brandon's keyboard is angled toward the people between him and Dave, and his second mic falls between him and Mark. And Brandon is on crack and all over the place now...greatness.
Ronnie is fucking hard to see because of the way they cover the amps with boxes to give it a western feel. But if you're front row center or angled toward Dave, Ronnie will see you. And give you sexy stares. Ronnie totally knows I'm in love with him and he plays up to it, like the slag he is.
Speaking of sexy...MARK! This is what you do with Mark:
Stare at him, an uncomfortable, no blinking stare, during Andy, You're a Star. (This is second night at the Wiltern when they did Andy). He'll stare right back at you and sorta freak out. So to stop you staring at him, he will walk to the edge of the stage, do this half bend, pout his lips at you, and shake his hips. I am NOT kidding. He will do this to you. He did it to me, and I thought it was the sexiest thing I've ever seen. He really does have full, luscious lips.
That is all.
October 7, 2006.
Second Wiltern night, last Killers day. Robyn and I heard them soundchecking "For Reason's Unkown" so we KNEW this was the night. Jermey told me that right after the Virgin signing on Tuesday that they were going to have rehearsals, and I think this has more or less to do with Brandon's discomfort playing bass, which he whined to me about AGAIN that night.
And yeah, they did end up playinf FRU. They switched that and Andy with Indie R'n'R and Midnight Show...other than those two switches it was the same setlist. No River is Wild any of the nights...bastards! I want to hear it in December when they come to LA again (Don't tell anyone I told you...tell them Ted said. :) But I should stop trusting the rockstars, no?)
This night the show was better than the night before because the audience was better. Ted himself told us the band as a whole prefered this one over the other.
I was kinda bummed I didn't get to be in front of Dave...my spot all week. I got the spot directly in front of Brandon. I mean, it was fine...I know I got the most coveted spot in the world...but I'd much rather be in front of Dave. Dave and I go waaay back peeps...
But he still came over and waved to me, and managed to find me in the audience from time to time, which was cool of him. He didn't sing SLYMI to me like the night before, but he did give me Uncle Johnny. I remember the first night of Kimmel Ronnie and I did the second verse of Sam's Town together. He laughed because I did the "trigger" motion.
Anyway, the fact that I wasn't in front of Dave was made up after the gig when he came over to me and gave me a hug (his hair got caught in my lipgloss...again) and called me the most devoted fan ever! He asked me when I would see them again and I told him I wanted to go to the San Fran gigs but that I'd already missed a week of school for them. He laughed and said he refused to encourage anymore ditching on my part. Then we began salivating over his new guitar...the pearly white Gibson he plays during Bling. I shamelessly told him that him playing that guitar is the sexist thing I've ever seen. He got all shy and started playing with his hair. "Really? I think I want to learn more songs on it now..."
Cuteness. Later on I asked him for Ronnie and he told me Ronnie'd left. (Which was untrue...I was glad I didn't trust Dave on this because half the time he doesn't know where he is, let alone others.) He shook my hand (I thought that was odd...he doesn't like that), and he asked me my name (again, for the trillionth time in my life).
This last bit is relevant because of what happened last night.
Anyway, when Ronnie came out he saw me and said. "You again? You want another picture? This is like, the seventh million picture we take together."
And I tapped his hat (the one in the Giant shoot) and said, "It's only cuz I love the hat," and poked his chest, "And the shameless self-promotion." (He was wearing a cream-colored Killers shirt.)
Ronnie is cuteness! His wife was right behind him, and he asks all loud, "Allright, who wants me to sign their tits?"
And then last night I talked on the phone with Dave again. He knows my name now! But what was said in that phone convo is not to be repeated.
:D